But how is that possible?
Wei Shanhe, a Divine Sea Realm Ninth Level expert and the current sect leader of the Cangyun Sect, has dominated the Eastern Continent for many years, and countless Divine Sea Realm experts have died at his hands.
How could I possibly be afraid of a young person who's not even twenty years old?
Wen Daoyuan glanced at Wei Shanhe with a strange expression, then his gaze fell on Chu Yunfei.
Is Wei Shanhe truly wary of Chu Yunfei?
The thought had barely formed in his mind when Wen Daoyuan shook his head inwardly.
Although Chu Yunfei is a prodigy and his combat strength far surpasses others in the same realm, Wei Shanhe is, after all, the sect leader of a sect at the Divine Sea Realm Ninth Level, and must possess powerful trump cards passed down through generations of the Cangyun Sect.
If the two were to actually fight, Chu Yunfei might be able to save his life, but it would be difficult for him to easily defeat his opponent.
At least in Wen Daoyuan's view, that should be the case.
Chu Yunfei, however, keenly noticed Wei Shanhe's stiff fingers beneath his sleeves and the barely perceptible layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
Having lived two lives, his knowledge far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators. He naturally knows that there is a type of martial artist in the world who is born with a keen sense of spirit and can perceive a vague premonition before danger truly descends.
This instinct is difficult to cultivate and cannot be actively controlled, yet it can save lives in critical moments.
Wei Shanhe clearly belongs to this category.
The opponent's instincts, deep within their soul, had already sensed the danger.
Thinking of this, Chu Yunfei's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes held a hint of amusement.
"Sect Leader Wei just said he wanted me to witness the majesty of the Cangyun Sect."
Chu Yunfei stood in the sky, his black robes fluttering in the wind, his calm tone sending chills down one's spine. "Now that I am standing here, Sect Leader Wei is still hesitant to make a move. What are you waiting for, or are you afraid?"
The square fell silent instantly.
All eyes were once again focused on Wei Shanhe.
Those rogue Rogue Cultivator couldn't see the intricacies of the matter; they only felt that Chu Yunfei was extremely arrogant.
However, the powerful figures sitting on the high platform of the Six Sects gradually sensed that something was wrong.
Wei Shanhe has indeed been idle for too long.
He had previously made a great show of force, even conjuring a giant azure palm, clearly intending to kill Chu Yunfei in public.
But when Chu Yunfei actually stepped forward, he stopped moving.
Qin Hao was completely unaware of Wei Shanhe's unusual behavior.
In his view, the sect leader's delay in taking action was due to his concern for Wen Daoyuan and the Pill Pavilion, rather than his fear of Chu Yunfei.
Hearing Chu Yunfei dare to publicly mock his sect leader, Qin Hao's anger burned even brighter.
" Chu Yunfei, you overestimate yourself!"
Qin Hao stepped off the high platform of the Cangyun Sect, his aura as Divine Sea Realm Second Layer cultivator spreading outwards. He sneered, "You're nothing but a Rogue Cultivator without any sect or faction. You only dare to bark here because of the protection of the Pill Pavilion. If the Sect Master really makes a move, with your meager cultivation, you probably won't even be able to withstand a single blow."
He pointed at Chu Yunfei, his eyes filled with jealousy and resentment.
"If you truly have the guts, then make Wen Daoyuan step back and face the sect leader squarely. I'm afraid that by then, you won't even have the chance to draw your sword!"
Many disciples in the Cangyun Sect camp echoed this sentiment.
Hearing the support behind him, Qin Hao felt a slight relief from the humiliation he had felt.
After the battle of the Jingyuan Hall, he was always ridiculed.
If Wei Shanhe publicly suppresses Chu Yunfei today, most of the shame on him will be washed away.
However, upon hearing these words, Wei Shanhe felt no relief whatsoever; instead, a surge of anger rose within him.
idiot!
This reckless fool, can't he see the situation right now?
He had originally placed high hopes on Qin Hao, believing that his talent and temperament were sufficient to make him the next sect leader.
After the defeat at the Jingyuan Hall, Qin Hao was completely blinded by hatred and jealousy.
They can't even do the most basic thing: read between the lines.
Even if such a person's cultivation level improves rapidly, how can they possibly take charge of a sect?
Wei Shanhe glanced coldly at Qin Hao out of the corner of his eye.
The dissatisfaction in that look sent a shiver down Qin Hao's spine.
Before he could figure out where he had gone wrong, Chu Yunfei was already looking at Wei Shanhe with a half-smile.
"Sect Leader Wei, your Holy Son certainly has great confidence in you."
Chu Yunfei slowly raised his hand and grasped the Abyss-Devouring Sword. A low, resonant sword hum faintly emanated from the black scabbard.
"I'd also like to see how you plan to make sure I can't even withstand a single move."
The sword has not yet been drawn.
Wei Shanhe's premonition of death deep within his soul suddenly surged several times over.
A bone-chilling coldness spread from his chest throughout his body.
His divine sense seemed to see an extremely condensed dark golden sword light piercing through the sky, tearing his physical body, Divine Sea, and even his divine soul apart.
Wei Shanhe's breathing became slightly labored.
We cannot make a move.
We must not personally intervene until we have Chu Yunfei's true strength.
With hundreds of thousands of cultivators watching, if he were to retreat directly, the reputation of the Cangyun Sect would be completely tarnished.
Just as Wei Shanhe was in a difficult situation, a deep and cold voice suddenly came from the Heavenly Evil Devil Sect camp.
That's enough.
The sound wasn't loud, but it rolled across the entire arena like a thunderclap.
The clamor in the square quickly subsided.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
At the head of the high platform of the Heavenly Evil Devil Sect, a middle-aged man dressed in a wide black robe slowly opened his eyes.
He had a thin face with a very faint dark red vertical line between his eyebrows, and his eyes were dark and deep. A faint black aura swirled around him.
Simply sitting there caused the surrounding void to distort slightly.
Heavenly Evil Devil Sect, Mo Yinsheng.
Mo Yinsheng raised his eyelids and looked at Wei Shanhe in the sky, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
"Sect Leader Wei, today is the opening day of the Six Sects Grand Competition. Whatever grudges you have with Chu Yunfei, settle them yourselves after the competition. Do not delay everyone's entry into the secret realm because of your personal grievances."
These words immediately sparked hushed whispers in the square.
"Is this the Sect Master of the Heavenly Evil Devil Sect Mo Yinsheng?"
"It is said that this person has been at the Divine Sea Realm Ninth Level for many years, and once killed a powerful expert of the same realm in a direct confrontation a hundred years ago. Among the seven sect leaders, his strength has always been considered the strongest."
"I didn't expect him to speak up for Chu Yunfei."
"On behalf of Chu Yunfei? You're overthinking it. Mo Yinsheng probably just wants the competition to proceed on schedule and doesn't want the Cangyun Sect and the Pill Pavilion to go to war at this time."
Many cultivators who had initially anticipated a major battle now showed signs of disappointment.
On the Puppet Sect seat, Yin Xiaotian paused slightly in his hand as he played with the Puppet Bead.
He looked up at Mo Yinsheng, his brows furrowing slightly.
This Old Devil has never been one to meddle in other people's business.
His sudden speaking at this moment can only mean that Chu Yunfei's entry into the secret realm has another purpose for the Heavenly Evil Devil Sect.
A gray glint flashed in Yin Xiaotian's eyes, and a sense of vigilance rose in his heart.
Li Tianxing was taken aback at first, but then he guessed Mo Yinsheng's intention.
The sect leader had no intention of saving Chu Yunfei.
If Chu Yunfei were to die at Wei Shanhe's hands now, the chaos within the secret realm targeting the six sects' prodigies would lose its sharpest weapon.
Only by allowing him to enter the secret realm alive can we provoke the Cangyun Sect, Puppet Sect, and Heavenly Sword Sect to take action simultaneously, completely disrupting the situation.
Thinking of this, a chilling smile curled at the corner of Li Tianxing's lips.
Just a pawn who thinks he's powerful.
Once he loses his usefulness, he will still face death.
When Wei Shanhe heard Mo Yinsheng speak, the breath he had been holding in immediately eased.
Finally, there's a step forward.
He showed no sign of it on his face, instead letting out a cold snort and forcibly maintaining his sect leader's dignity.
"Since the Demon Sect Master has spoken personally, I will spare his life for now, lest others say that my Cangyun Sect is affecting the Six Sects Gathering."
Wei Shanhe looked coldly at Chu Yunfei and said in a deep voice, "After the competition ends, I, the sect master, will personally take your life. At that time, even the Pill Pavilion will not be able to protect you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't give Chu Yunfei a chance to respond. He turned around and transformed into a streak of azure light, returning to the high platform of the Cangyun Sect.
The speed appeared leisurely, but it was actually a bit faster than when they arrived.
Qin Hao's cold smile froze.
He originally thought Wei Shanhe would take advantage of the situation and make a direct move, but he didn't expect the sect leader to back down, taking advantage of the opportunity given by Mo Yinsheng.
Is the sect leader really only acting in the best interests of the bigger picture?
Qin Hao had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to ask about it directly.
Chu Yunfei watched Wei Shanhe's hurried departure, a hint of disdain rising in his eyes.
"You run pretty fast."
Since the other party hadn't made a move, he didn't bother to reveal his strength at this point.
These scores can be settled together after the secret realm ends.
Chu Yunfei withdrew his right hand, which was holding the sword, and turned to look at Mo Yinsheng.
Mo Yinsheng was also looking at him.
Their gazes met across the sky above the square.
Chu Yunfei remained calm, but a sense of vigilance arose in his heart.
Both being at the Divine Sea Realm Ninth Level, Mo Yinsheng's hidden aura was far more powerful than Wei Shanhe's.
More importantly, the black aura surrounding the opponent was extremely strange, originating from the same source as the evil aura that Li Tianxing exuded when he used the Devil-Suppressing Hand.
The true lair of the Blood Baleful Intent Tower lies within the Heavenly Evil Devil Sect.
As the sect leader of the Heavenly Evil Devil Sect, Mo Yinsheng could not possibly possess only simple, superficial methods.
Today's seemingly helpful gesture was merely a ploy to allow him to enter the secret realm alive and continue playing his role as a pawn.
Chu Yunfei glanced at Li Tianxing and sneered inwardly.
"Do you want to see the most talented people in the Eastern Continent slaughter each other within the secret realm? Then so be it. I hope you can bear the price of losing the Holy Son."
Mo Yinsheng stared at Chu Yunfei's calm eyes, and his brow twitched almost imperceptibly.
The young man seemed to have seen through his intentions.
But so what?